Tengu taken root in my household
Haunted tower loud gauntling hour
Sky bruised as a mugged rib
Cleaner asks was I last night late walking around the garden
Denying charge ask why, more disarmingly after denying me
She tells me muddy footprints surround my only son’s cot.
Last night the weather was potty
Nobody went outside this cottage
You can ask Mrs Potter
I grant that authority
I will ask her, if you please
Indeed, clears catarrh calls, clarion voice well carries
Come in here please, dear
Mrs Potter anticipating orders and needs carries tea on a tray, biscuits between
Sweet treats, glazed in sugar jam-centred lemon-scented feastballs as delight on Hallow fall
She makes it well, loathing the lecture he cannot help but deliver
His lapis lap cushion Frankenstein headtop stump of a worthy lectern
She holds her tongue, Hannibal Lecter, at ninety percent of his invectice
Occasionally erupting, salvo of spent shells sitting room distressed.
Alchemisland 
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